The world stops moving,
When I am away from you.
Even all of my loving,
Doesn't help me to do
The things that are important,
For a continued existence, of who
In this world, of flower and plants,
And so, I say goodnight, to you.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.